'Am I like a strong fellow who steals kine?

Believe me, dearest Father—such you are—

This driving of the herds is_none of mine;

Across my threshold did I wander ne'er,

So may I thrive! I reverence the divine

Sun and the Gods, and I love you, and care

Even for this hard accuser—who must know

I am as innocent as they or you.

#innocence #percy bysshe shelley

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